Keith Welch
Chrysalis
I love to watch buildings demolished.
A collapse can be a creative event—
a cathartic cleaning of the canvas.
I myself never achieved anything
that didn't first fall to pieces.
When I finally crack I hope the whole
damn house comes crashing down
around me, every splintered bit
of history falling in glittering
shards over my squashed and blasted corpus.
When you come searching for survivors,
you'll find me waiting under the rubble
for an eager rescue dog to sniff out
something there that might have survived;
a new thing, beautiful, and passing strange.
About Keith Welch
Keith Welch lives in Bloomington, Indiana where he works at the Indiana University Herman B Wells library. He has poems published in The Tipton Poetry Journal, Open: Journal of Arts & Letters, Dime Show Review, and Literary Orphans, among others. He enjoys complicated board games, baking, talking to his cat, Alice, and meeting other poets. His website is keithwelchpoetry.com.